Clouds spread in shapes above my face,
Where the grass had morphed into pillows.
Not much thought tread through my mind,
During that beautifully sought quiet time.
To my side spread out a collection of trees,
Rustling against the breeze and calling me.

I never payed much attention to the sound,
Until the canvas was totally free of clouds.
Curiosity clenched it's hand over mine,
Without resistance we followed the noise.
The sun began to chase the horizon,
But there was a light not much further.

My pace quickened trying to find,
That strange glow in the dark forest.
Time never once crossed my mind,
I had no recollection or measurement,
Of how long I had been chasing the light.
All I knew was that I would bask in it.

The sun never rose again,
I never left that forest.
The glow teases me still,
As if I hadn't realized.
My legs never tire,
And I've no need to breathe.